I'm in Morioh, just joined a chat group for cute girls.

His expression was indifferent, his eyes distant, and he stood out from the frenzied atmosphere around him, which only added to his forbidden charm as a restrained male protagonist.

And the "Shizuku Kuroe" beside him seemed to have stepped right out of the game.

She affectionately linked arms with Gu Ye, pressing her full, soft breasts tightly against his arm, her face bearing the sweet yet sickly smile befitting her role, gazing admiringly at her "master."

"Wow! It's Shizuku Kuroe! The resemblance is amazing!"

"Oh my god! Did she even bring her owner? Is he her boyfriend? This combination is amazing!"

"That guy is so handsome! Is he a cosplayer? Please recommend him!"

The flashbulbs started flashing like crazy.

Soon, some people mustered up the courage to step forward and ask for a photo.

"Can...can I collect stamps?"

A girl carrying an itabag asked, blushing.

"Of course!"

Shizuku Kuroe immediately flashed a sweet, impeccable smile and readily agreed.

Over the next few hours, the two practically became a moving tourist attraction.

Countless people came to ask for photos, and Hai Meng never refused.

When someone asks to see her interaction with her "master," she will proactively let go of Gu Ye's hand, take a step back, hand the chain in her hand to Gu Ye, then kneel on the ground, posing in various shameful yet alluring but acceptable poses from the game, looking up at her master.

Gu Ye cooperated with an expressionless face throughout, the shutter of his camera clicking continuously, calmly and precisely capturing every touching moment of the girl into eternity.

Time flew by and it was already afternoon. The comic convention was about to end, and the crowd gradually dispersed.

Gu Ye has taken hundreds of photos of Kitagawa Kaimu with his camera, from full-body portraits to close-ups of various poses, each one comparable to professional commercial photography.

"Gu Yejun, where is your skill bad? This shot is amazing!"

Hai Meng leaned close to the camera screen, flipping through the photos, her face filled with undisguised surprise and admiration. "No, no, I absolutely have to cosplay a character from 'Dream Demon' at the next anime convention! I'll need Gu Yejun to take the photos then!"

She has already started planning the next event with great enthusiasm.

Just as the two were about to leave, a cute girl dressed in a sailor uniform, who looked like a middle school student, came running up, panting.

"Um... Shizuku-sama! Could... could we take one last picture?"

The girl's cheeks were flushed from running, and her eyes were filled with nervousness and anticipation.

"Sure, no problem!"

Since it was the last one anyway, Hai Meng readily agreed, and then skillfully struck Kuroe Shizuku's most classic signature pose—slightly lifting her skirt, leaning forward, and showing a pitiful yet alluring expression on her face.

Just as the girl raised her phone and focused it, a sudden gust of wind blew in from the main entrance of the venue.

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"ah!"

Hai Meng only had time to let out a short gasp before the gust of wind lifted her fluffy gothic skirt up like a blooming black flower, before it fell limply back down.

In that brief instant, the snow-white skin on the inside of her thigh, and the three striking "正" characters written in black marker, were exposed to the girl's view without reservation and with perfect clarity.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze.

The girl taking the picture was so shocked that her pupils dilated, but her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own, subconsciously and frantically pressing the shutter button on her phone.

Almost at the same moment the skirt was lifted, Gu Ye's camera clicked sharply, capturing the impactful scene perfectly.

The wind stopped, and the hem of her skirt fell down, once again obscuring the alluring view.

Kitagawa Kaimu froze on the spot. She could feel the faint, insincere gazes around her, filled with shock and curiosity, pricking her like needles.

Her cheeks flushed red with a terrifying speed, then turned deathly pale in an instant.

An indescribable, overwhelming sense of shame engulfed her like a tsunami.

They saw it...

I was seen by...

If it were just a regular mark drawn on to recreate the character, she probably wouldn't have reacted so strongly.

But those three "正" characters represent the most private and passionate memories of lovemaking between her and Gu Ye.

That was a secret between her and her master, but now it has been laid bare for all to see.

The girl taking the photos also came to her senses. She glanced at the photos on her phone, and her cheeks flushed bright red.

She dared not look at Kitagawa Kaimu any longer, but quickly bowed to her, and then ran away blushing like a startled rabbit.

Gu Ye did not notice the change in the girl's expression beside him.

He simply lowered his head, imported the photos he had just taken from the camera into his phone, and then calmly began to pack up the equipment in his camera case, unscrewing each lens and putting them back into their slots.

"Okay, let's go back."

He fastened the box, stood up, and spoke to Hai Meng, who was still frozen in place, his tone as calm as if nothing had happened.

Gu Ye put away the camera, its heavy body hanging on his chest.

He walked over to the girl who was still frozen in place, and gently placed his warm hand on her shoulder, which was tense from nervousness.

His voice wasn't loud, but it traveled through the gradually thinning voices in the hall and landed clearly in her ears.

"Isn't Shizuku Kuroe in the game designed just like that?"

He looked at her ears, which were slightly red with embarrassment, and analyzed calmly, "They won't find it strange. They'll just think your cosplay is very professional, even recreating such details."

Is that so? Do you just think I'm dedicated?

"Besides, that was just a little girl; she probably didn't even understand what it meant."

Gu Ye added, his hand sliding down her shoulder and gently taking her cold fingers in his grasp.

His words were like a clear spring, flowing into Kitagawa Kaimu's burning wasteland of shame.

Her tense body gradually relaxed, and the heat on her face subsided a little.

She knew Gu Ye was right, but she still felt a tightness in her chest, an inability to calm down, making her so frustrated she wanted to scream.

She raised her head, and in those exquisitely lined violet eyes that belonged to Shizuku Kuroe, there was no longer the usual submissiveness and ingratiation, but instead a small, wild flame burning within them.

She didn't say anything, but instead gripped Gu Ye's hand tightly, then pulled him forcefully and strode towards the sign for the "Restaurant" in the corner of the venue without saying a word.

Her high heels clicked on the polished floor, making a crisp "tap, tap, tap" sound, as if announcing something.

In the spacious restroom designated for disabled people, the door lock clicked shut, isolating the room from all outside noise.

Kitagawa Kaimu almost immediately pushed Gu Ye against the cold tile wall, then stood on tiptoe and silenced him with a biting, punishing kiss, silencing all his words.

This is not service, but catharsis.

Like an enraged cat, she desperately tried to leave her mark on her owner with her not-so-sharp claws.

This was a brief but intense, possessive plunder.

When everything calmed down, she straddled Gu Ye's lap, her chest heaving violently, her face flushed with a mixture of tears and sweat.

She didn't ask for anything more, but simply took out the black ballpoint pen from Gu Ye's uniform pocket.

She pulled up the skirt on her other leg, exposing that equally white and delicate thigh to the air.

She shoved the ballpoint pen into Gu Ye's hand, then held his hand and guided the cold pen tip to forcefully draw the first stroke of the character "正" (zhèng, meaning upright) on her other leg.

That thick, dark stroke was like a shackle, or perhaps a contract.

When the two came out of the restroom, the venue was empty, with only cleaning staff cleaning up.

Kitagawa Haimu's "Kuroe Shizuku" form had disappeared, and she had returned to being the blonde girl in an ordinary school uniform, though her cheeks still bore a charming blush from the afterglow of lovemaking.

The pent-up frustration in her chest had vanished without a trace during that cathartic outburst.

She felt great, very happy, like a cat that had just stolen a treat.

She stretched, then skipped over to Gu Ye's side, naturally took his arm, and affectionately rested her head on his shoulder.

Chapter 68 New Group Members! All thanks to Gu Yeye's tireless efforts in replenishing mana!

"Go home, Master!"

She spoke in a light, coquettish tone, as if the queen who had just been "forced" into me in the bathroom wasn't her at all, "I'm hungry, I want to eat your favorite omelet rice for dinner!"

When Kitagawa Kaimu took his arm and spoke in a lighthearted tone, Gu Ye did not go along with her this time.

He stopped, the cool evening breeze ruffling the hem of his uniform. In the distance, neon lights began to illuminate the sky, casting a hazy purple hue over Morioh.

"I'm not eating at home tonight."

Gu Ye said, his voice clearly heard in the gradually quieting street.

"Eh?"

Hai Meng blinked, looking at him with some confusion, "Then where should we eat? Convenience store bento?"

"Let's go to an Italian restaurant."

Gu Ye took her hand and walked in the opposite direction from home. "Didn't you say it was amazing last time? You want to eat it again."

Kitagawa Kaimu paused for a moment, then realized which restaurant he was referring to.

An indescribable warmth welled up from the bottom of her heart, making her blush and her heart race even more than when she was being stared at in the meeting room.

He... he actually remembered what I said.

She felt a sweet warmth in her heart, and unconsciously tightened her grip on his arm, almost hanging half her body on him.

"Hehe, sure! As long as I'm with Master, I'll eat anything!"

The facade of the Italian restaurant "Tora Sadi" is bathed in soft, warm light in the night.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, a crisp bell rang, and a fragrance mixed with rosemary, toast, and a hint of lemon wafted out.

The restaurant was not crowded and was elegantly and cleanly decorated. Each table was covered with a neatly pressed white tablecloth, and on it were placed shiny silver cutlery and a crystal vase with a small bouquet of baby's breath.

Chef and owner Tonio was standing behind the bar, meticulously wiping the wine glasses with a clean white velvet cloth.

Hearing the bell, he looked up, and when he saw Gu Ye and Kitagawa Haimeng, a gentle smile appeared on his serious face.

"welcome."

Tonio's Japanese has a distinct Italian accent, which sounds pleasant and magnetic.

He led the two to a quiet spot by the window, without offering them a menu. Instead, he scrutinized Kitagawa Kaimu with his sharp, all-seeing brown eyes.

"Miss, you seem to be...overworked."

Tony's gaze lingered for a moment on Hai Meng's eyes and slightly tired shoulders. "Your muscles and joints are in a tense state, which is not good for your health."

Upon hearing this, Hai Meng's cheeks flushed slightly, and she subconsciously straightened her back.

You could even tell that? That's amazing!

"Then, I'll prepare a special set meal for the two of you tonight."

Tony smiled and said, "The appetizer is Capri salad, the main course is special herb-roasted lamb chops with a secret sauce to soothe muscles. For dessert, we'll have lemon sorbet to relax your mind. Is that alright?"

"Okay, okay! We'll do it your way!"

Hai Meng nodded quickly, completely impressed by the amazing chef's professional skills.

While waiting for the food to be served, Gu Ye took out his phone and opened the chat group. The interface was quiet, with no new messages; the latest few were from yesterday afternoon.

【American Scythe】: Tsk, boring. I found a new job, a mercenary organization called "Tower of Babel," sounds pretty cool. Don't bother me with trivial matters anymore.

【Devilish Muscle Rin】: @WeatherForecast, I need to tell you something. Medea has been acting strangely lately, constantly subtly trying to find out about you. Things like what you like to eat, your hobbies, whether you have a girlfriend, etc. Be careful, that witch from the Age of Gods isn't someone to be trifled with, don't let her scheme against you.

Gu Ye raised his eyebrows slightly as he looked at Lin's message.

Medea?

Why is she asking me about me?

"What are you looking at, Master?"

Hai Meng curiously leaned over to look at his phone screen. "A chat group?"

"Ah."